The weather was clear, the winds were gentle, and the sun was bright.
Sunlight spilled onto the dark green gra.s.s, dappling it in a soft light. The air was filled with the faint scent of fresh gra.s.s and flowers. Everything appeared peaceful and lovely.
Today was Fiennesâ 38th birthday. Faithful movie fans from all over the world gathered, one after another, at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Los Angeles. They carried posters, DVDs, or movie cards from Fiennes career. Candles were lit around Fiennesâ grave and fresh flowers were laid upon the grave. Uniformly, they all gave their blessings to the deceased movie star.
No one was noisy or made a racket. The movie fans that had arrived frequently gazed at the photograph of the man that was placed on the gravestone in a daze from anywhere between one to five minutes. When they awoke from their daze, they smiled even more bitterly.
As some fans left more would arrive to pay their respects.
The man in the photograph had a smile at the corner of his mouth. His eyes hid his mirth, as if everything that he saw in his eyes could be described by four words: Gentle breeze, light clouds.
Fiennesâ life had been like a giant mountain, constantly weighing him down under it. He could only treat everything lightly to live well, why should one make things difficult for themselves?
While he was alive, Fiennes couldnât be considered greatly handsome or charming. Due to his natural illness, his skin was slightly pale, and his body was not great either. Luckily, he slowly recuperated and practised Tai Chi, allowing him to travel around the world to shoot movies and attend events. He unfortunately lacked care when he was younger and lived through a tough time when he grew up. He couldnât make up for these things when he later became wealthy.
The manâs lips were very pale, pale enough to be sickly, yet you wouldnât consider Fiennes to be someone sick. In front of you he would always speak with a.s.surance and composure, his dark pupils bright enough to make hearts tremble.
Tang Feng stood in front of his gravestone and thought that he had really lucked out. After his rebirth, not only was he no longer ill, he also became younger and more handsome.
Although he didnât think he was ugly before, he occasionally did think about whether he would look better if his nose was a little higher and so on.
The person asleep in the grave was actually the same person as him, but with some differences.
Since he was to sweep his own grave (to pay respects to a dead person at their grave), Tang Feng bought his favourite flowers. Rather than lilies or daisies, it was a bouquet of red roses. When he had brought the roses to the cemetery there were many people who, one after the other, raised their brows at him. After all, how many people would bring roses to a cemetery?
But Tang Feng liked them, he really liked red roses.
He had seen a movie when he was younger, due to age he could no longer remember the plot or t.i.tle. The only thing he remembered was that the male protagonist had gifted a bouquet of fiery red roses to the female protagonist. The female protagonist, upon receiving the flowers, had been moved to no end, in excitement and happiness.
From then on, the red roses were stored in the youthâs memory. Even though the youth who was lacking in familial love and affection had been able to make it successfully, he still frequently longed for someone to present him a bouquet of pa.s.sionately blooming red roses.
He wanted to have everyone leave his funeral smiling, and also wished that he would receive red roses by his gravestone every year.
Tang Feng went forward to put down the red roses and then returned to Ginoâs side. Someone nearby recognized Gino, however, they did not disturb the celebrity on this occasion.
âGino.â Tang Feng quietly called out. Ever since Gino arrived at the cemetery he had been in a state of absent mindedness. His stared at the manâs grave without moving at all.
At Tang Fengâs call, Gino finally went forward to place a bunch of daisies on the grave. Tang Feng appropriately drew back to stand beside Charles and Lu Tian Chen. He knew that Gino had something in his heart to speak to Fiennes about.
A few days ago Tang Feng had personally heard these words from Gino.
Hoping that this opportunity to pay respects could unravel the knot in Ginoâs heart, Tang Feng lightly inhaled.
inhaled. The other two men had moved to stand beside a nearby tree.
âYou two arenât going over?â Tang Feng continued to stare at his grave, and asked the two people at his side who were like the two generals Heng and Ha (the names of a pair of door G.o.ds for Buddhist temples).
âEh⌠alright.â Charles twitched out a smile and somewhat reluctantly went over with the red roses. Lu Tian Chen also followed after. Only because Tang Feng had purchased the red roses, the other two also requested red roses. As it is only natural for them, they didnât think there was anything improper about purchasing red roses.
They walked over and placed the fresh flowers on the side of the grave. Charles casually looked over at the picture of the man on the gravestone. A sliver of recognition flashed across his eyes, and he subconsciously sent a glance at Lu TianChen. The latter was also looking at the photograph, deep in thought.
âYou have the same feeling, right?â Charles quietly spoke with the person next to him.
Looking away from the gravestone, Lu Tian Chen looked towards Charles and asked âWhat feeling?â
âDonât play dumb, Iâve known you so many years, I already know what youâre thinking from your expression.â Charles softly clicked his tongue, he knew that it was a little beyond belief, but he truly did feel something. Fiennes Tangâs eyes in the photograph had an astonis.h.i.+ng similarity to Tang Fengâs glance.
Now Charles understood why he was originally attracted to Tang Feng. A young man, yet with the gaze of a mature and experienced man, anyone would have been attracted.
Lu Tian Chen lightly chuckled, and said in a questioning manner, âI remember that you are an atheist.â
âHah, Iâm only saying that Fiennes and Tang Feng have a similar expression in their eyes, not that they are the same person. Maybe Tang Feng is Fiennesâ long lost younger brother.â Charles paused, thought that it didnât really sound right, and added more, âOr his father.â
âFather?â Lu TianChen looked at the man in the photo. At a handsome and mature age, he was worthy of being an international superstar. From a photograph, you could sense Fiennesâ charisma.
Only, Lu Tian Chen had a hard time connecting Fiennesâ and Tang Fengâs relations.h.i.+p as father and son, it was
it was too strange, this feeling was very odd.
âLook, if Tang Feng and Fiennes have some sort of blood relation, then everything can be explained. Gino likes Fiennes, it could also be said that Gino likes Tang Fengâs brother or father. Thatâs why Tang Feng was affected after he heard that, and then he even came here to take care of Fiennesâ grave.â Charles thought that he had captured the clues, and eloquently gave his a.n.a.lysis.
âA famous celebrity, aged close to 40, with no girlfriend or children, that doesnât make sense. Lu Tian Chen, do you agree with me?â
âYou can really gossip.â
âDonât tell me you donât want to know why Tang Feng pays special attention to Fiennes. Thatâs enough, donât tell me whether you want to know or not, recently youâve been especially attentive towards Tang Feng. Standing ten meters away from you, I can still smell the scent of you in heat.â
After placing the roses on the grave, Lu Tian Chen turned and left, remarking to Charles âThatâs because you are in heat yourself.â
Turning around to gaze at the already departed Lu Tian Chen, Charles softly laughed. Thatâs right, he was also in heat right now, moreover, the partner of his heat was the same person.
Charles didnât immediately return to Tang Fengâs side. Instead he walked to stand beside Michael Gino. With both hands in his pant pockets, he spoke to him in a low voice.
âDonât go and bother Tang Feng, I know you like him, and that he is similar to Fiennes in many ways, but let me tell you buddy, donât just start liking Tang Feng because of this, heâs already claimed.â
âTang Feng is Tang Feng, Fiennes is Fiennes, this is a simple fact, I can keep them separate in my mind. As for who I like, it has nothing to do with you.â Towards the man he had once been in a fight with, Gino didnât speak in a nice tone. From the first moment he saw Charles, he didnât think that this person was any good.
Taking a smoke from his pocket and lighting it up, Charles slowly let out a mouthful of smoke. âHeh heh, what a childish way of thinking. Who you like has nothing to do with me, but your family wonât allow you to likeyou to like a man. If they find out that you like a man and make things difficult for Tang Feng as a result, then I will have something to do with it.â
The corner of the manâs mouth hinted at a cruel smile, âYou two will have no results and no future, if you want to make trouble then find someone else. Listen up Mr. Superstar, Iâm not threatening or warning you, and Iâm not scared of you or your family. Even if you continue to like your Fiennes, and Tang Feng, heâs still not yours.â
âDonât tell me he is yours?â Gino was a little angered.
Charles immediately laughed, raising up his jaw: âThatâs right, heâs my person.â
âWhat can you give him? Iâve seen a lot of people like you, once you have a new love interest, you wonât want the old lover. I wonât allow you to harm him.â
âThatâs hilarious, you wonât allow it? Do you think you are his ruler? Listen up, saying those words shows that you donât understand Tang Feng at all. He is the strongest and smartest person I know. Heâs not someone you or I can easily harm. Patting Ginoâs shoulder, Charles turned to leave while spitting out one last thing by Ginoâs ear, âRemember what I said.â
All of this was seen by Tang Feng. Looking at the man walking towards him, he asked âWhat did you and Gino talk about?â
âJust some talk between men.â Charles winked at Tang Feng and laughed roguishly.
âIâm not a man?â Tang Feng raised a brow.
âYouâre my man.â
Another line that made others speechless, Tang Feng breathed in deeply. Forget about it, he couldnât out speak a gangster.
They stood nearby to wait for Gino. Tang Feng saw Gino turn around and prepare to walk towards them, but at that moment the young man seemed to have seen a familiar person. He walked two or three steps then stopped again.
The newcomer was a mature man who looked to be around forty, give or take a few years. He had brown hair and dark green eyes, with a refined temperament. Gino walked over and started to chat with him, clearly he knew him.
When Tang Feng saw this man he was slightly shocked, he saw a person that he didnât really want to see.